Midnight Madness Poem by Xelam Kan™
Midnight Madness
FEAR.
The blue sky melts westwardly
and espouses
shadows dark, that cast
a horrific spell
to make the heaven sparkling.
My midnight madness
toils to hack
the mystery of an old maxim:
TO BE OR NOT TO BE, but
falls flat.
Oh, the time flies
as slow as a dove
engulfed by storm,
but battes the soul so violently
that echoes unheard.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the story of life and death, puzzles humanity for thousands of years
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5/8/2024 5:53:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
time seems to fly pretty slowly when i'm at the end of a long line to get food at McDonalds. but, really, this is probably a very deep, intellectual poem, but i am too stupid to understand it well. but, i DO like the way it sounds, and i especially enjoyed the second stanza. oh, i see the topic is spiritual. no wonder it is not quite right for me. bri :) and the form: Allegory? wasn't he vice president of the u.s.a. once?